On My Own
all alone in this world of fright,
by helena dombrowski
crying myself to sleep in the dead of the night.
i think you love me and i think you care,
but when i look up, i see your not there.
how do you think this makes me feel?
too much to handle, too hurt to heal.
i dont know what to do about it,
but all i know is that im not going to quit.